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Cocaine
I read about this man who could spot supernovas
Faster than any computer
He was a priest in Australia
A trestle table, black sheet, a salt shaker
He was sought out as an adviser by nasa
His day job was as a preacher
And at night he watched the death of giant stars
Picking them out like incorrect grammar
As if nothing could be easier
My black skirt in a cubicle
Scattered with flecks of white powder
Throwing lines away like they don’t matter
When there’s enough left over
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Wed, 2023-06-28 17:06
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